Some of the best times to be had in New York City come from unexpected places. Deviating from a pre-made plan often leads to amazing, singularly New York experiences.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Ohio Through Fresh Eyes
In 2006 I was chomping at the bit to get out of Ohio. I was on the tail end of four years in Columbus capping 23 years total in the state. Anxiety and frustration flowed through my veins like blood and alcohol and my impatient restlessness was at its peak. I'd been wanting to leave since I was 13 years old, dying to go off in search of some sense of purpose and belonging.
As I drove off in that U-Haul in the mid-August heat there's no way I could have predicted how comfortable I'd feel coming back.
As I drove off in that U-Haul in the mid-August heat there's no way I could have predicted how comfortable I'd feel coming back.
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memorial-day,
midwest,
new-york-city,
ohio,
ribbadon,
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